As Violet entered the car with her head down, Sylas appeared beside her, and something cold touched her lips next. Taken aback, she raised her head.
"A treat," he said, holding a cone of ice-cream.
Violet took the ice-cream from his hand and tasted it. The bittersweet taste of the chocolate covered her tastebud, leading her to feel pleased.
"Alpha, where is yours?" she asked. "Do you not eat ice-cream?"
"Am I a child like you?"
Violet frowned. "What does eating an ice-cream has to do with being a child? And I am an adult."
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Although three days had already passed, Mathew's body still ached from the beating he received from Sylas. And thinking about those bright golden eyes murderously staring at him, Mathew felt fear rise inside him.
"This was foolish of you to do," commented Bella. "Even if you killed Violet off, there was nothing we could do against the wrath of Sylas Hale."
